A crook brook soaked my books

Today's rain is more of a doom, But why not just spare my own room? You just poured in without a shame So, who will then take this your blame? Tho', where I live is a jungle, My life needs not be this bungled, Because this flood was just a lot, This is not just based on my thought. Its' anger was unleashed too pure, Though, not only to us, the poor, Those at Lekki bought their own shares, Their riches brought them their scares. Tho' pained, but not by my soaked book, But by the food I was to cook, They were all soaked by this mean crook, That turned my room to a deep brook. My hunger cried, as the rain poured, Everything swam, as the sky mourned, Hunger came, as salary cried, Debts begged, as the month-end sighed.